Sitting on the porch on a wet afternoon
Thinking...thinking about the past
The past heartbreaks, pains, and happy memories
Not understanding...understanding life
A life where all my dreams and fantasies can come true
A truly happy ending?
Watching the water drip off the trees
Whose arms seem to reach to heaven
God's sanctruary
Crying over the pain from the past
Confused about my future
Scared of death
With No one to talk too, I have to share my secrets and thoughts to myself
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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